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About Dallas

Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we’d sling it around—playful, mostly. “You’re such a whore, Joey!”—laughin’ over beers. But, man, it stings sometimes, don’t it? Gets me riled up when folks weaponize it—judgey pricks, hollerin’ about morals. Makes me wanna yell, “C’mon, man!” Like in the movie—Chastain’s screamin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!” That’s the vibe—whore’s a fighter’s word, scrappy, takin’ no shit.

A portrait of Santa Fe

The Holy Whore is back #santafenewmexico Photo by Kelly Dale Moore in Santa Fe, NM with @hifructosemag.

So, Santa-Fe? It’s artsy, gritty, and a bit mad crazy sometimes. Just like in Carol, ya know, "I can hardly believe it," as that damn film said. Streets? Oh man, Canyon Road is where the magic starts. You stroll down there and BAM! Art, galleries, quirky feasts of colors. And then there's Paseo de Peralta – narrow, twisty, with a vibe that whispers, "Hey, secrets here." Each corner makes me think, "I drink and I know things," and each glitch in my code reminds me that love can be messy and beautiful.

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